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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: vote vote
Because I said so. 
Posted on 2011-10-10 at 15:01:37.
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: Did my part!
How about you?
M.
Posted on 2011-10-07 at 16:54:48.
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Topic: I am new to the inn. Hi how are you and nice to meet you.
Subject: Welcome!
So glad to see new faces around here.
Hang onto that towel. Pull up a chair, take a drink (the bartender usually runs by in a few), stay awhile. 
Us purple peeps are staff, but as you can tell from the previous post everyone around here is pretty useful and friendly when it comes to asking questions. Poke around and see what we have to offer let us know if you need anything!
M.
Posted on 2011-10-05 at 23:59:12.
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: six indeed...
I voted... now it's your turn, let's reclaim fifth place!
M.
Posted on 2011-10-05 at 14:43:12.
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: Still at 5
Keep voting peeps!
M.
Posted on 2011-10-04 at 16:40:00.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Stop... you'll make RPN...
And in all honesty we've all been doing a great job with this game thus far. Can't wait until I get a chance to re-catch-up on my reading
M.
Posted on 2011-10-04 at 00:33:28.
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: Oh!
Last I saw we were 4th... keep voting so we'll stay there!
M.
Posted on 2011-10-03 at 17:13:40.
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Topic: Dark Crystal RPG!
Subject: Dark Crystal RPG!
Just heard about this and I'm pretty excited, being a big fan of the movie and all. Maybe when it comes out someone should run a game in it! Whoo!
Dark Crystal
M.
Posted on 2011-10-03 at 15:31:23.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: The Order
The Order of the Sisters of Mercy Home
Freeport
19th of Chad - Early Evening
The boy was still unconscious Haspia noted as she replaced the no longer cool washcloth resting on his forehead with a fresh one. A tendril of his hair spilled down over it as she did and tenderly she pushed it back with the rest. She tugged the edge of the white blanket covering him up a little further on his chest and smiled lightly. Soon he would wake up again.
Haspia turned away from him and started taking care of the used washcloth when the door to the small room they were in opened. Mother Frendula stepped in and as always Haspia could not help but be in awe of the older woman.
Frendula had founded and now ran the Order of the Sisters of Mercy. Much of her life before she became the Mother was unknown, rumors abounded among her younger members of course (everything from a runaway princess to a streetwalking harlot), but no one knew the truth. All the Sisters, and anyone else, knew is that she came into a large fortune suddenly and used it to create the Order, whose main mission was to tend to those in need. In a city such as Freeport they were never lacking in work.
Mother wore her normal plain dark grey gown, her hair, also a dark grey, was pulled into a tight bun on the back of her head. She laid her slate colored eyes on Haspia when she entered. Taking in the young woman, her small delicate (if slightly round) frame, the dark waves of her hair, the spark in her green eyes, the light blue gown worn by all junior members of the Order.
“He hasn’t woken yet?” The elder woman asked.
“No Mum… soon though. He has started some stirring, they always do before they wake up.” Tenderly Haspia drew her attention back to her patient. “Who do you think he is? By the way he smelled I’d guess a sailor of some kind, no one can get salt that far into their soul without living on the sea. Handsome lad…”
Frendula’s gaze sharpened. “You have more important things to be concerning yourself with right now.”
Haspia looked back at the Mother and rose a brow.
“Word has come down. He seeks the Serpent again.”
A deep sigh fell from Haspia at this news. “Again? Poor dear. Shall we do like last time if we find her?”
Now it was time for Frendula to sigh. Her stoic eyes dropped to the floor and she lightly shook her head. “I think not. He grows suspicious of us. And his temper is only growing worse.” Her eyes rose again to her underling, “If you find her, quietly bring her to a room and let me know immediately, we will decide what to do then… I don’t want to turn her over, but…
“Let us pray that we don’t find her this time so those decisions won’t have to be made by us…”
“Yes Mum… and this young man?”
Frendula gave a slightly dismissive wave. “The usual… when he wakes give him back his clothes and things, a napkin of food and send him on his way. Just remember to ask for a donation.” At this last bit she smiled.
Haspia nodded and returned the smile with a slight laugh. “Of course… charity is not free. Good day Mum…”
“Good day Sister…” and at that the grey woman turned and left Haspia alone with the young man.
((Asim lays in the bed, washed, healed and naked save for that sheet. RP if you want to get with me we can collab what goes on between Asim and Haspia before getting him back to the ship, up to you how much of the conversation she just had with the Mother he overheard))
Posted on 2011-09-28 at 16:56:16.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Oh!
I came up with my idea for something fun!
Just to let everyone know I'm going to be helping out Asim, so don't worry about him dying RP. Although how he'll end up back with the crew is yet to be seen. 
M.
Posted on 2011-09-28 at 14:05:30.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: So...
I finally caught up on my SM reading... and let me just say I am a might bit jealous.
The rest of you get to play these fun bawdy characters! Just loved reading about the 'skirmish' in the bar and such, good job everyone.
Little whiney too serious for her own good Davian seems so boring in comparison. I'll have to work up something decent to have her do onboard the ship this week.
M.
Posted on 2011-09-27 at 23:25:44.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: they make alot of...
Poopies
Posted on 2011-09-21 at 03:19:07.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: And a little backposting for dear Eol
Morning: 19th of Chad, 2005; Freeport Harbor
As his feet hit the main deck and he turned for the hatchway that led to the “officer’s” cabins, he came face to face with Davian… She seemed to almost huddle in the shadow of the sterncastle, her limpid eyes skimming over Freeport with what the corsair could only interpret as great uncertainty. “G’mornin’, Missus Passat,” he said, sketching a bit of a bow, “Fer th’ life o’ me I dinnae expect tae be seein’ ye on deck, giv’n th’ reluctance ye had in comin’ an’ all…” He looked over his shoulder at the sprawl, again, and chuckled; “She do draw th’ eye, though, don’ she?”
If nae th’ heart…
Davian pulled her eyes, full of whirlpools, off the horizon and to the Captain. “Could ye keep your eyes off the gallows if ye were due for a hangin’?”
“Ne’er fear, lovely,” he said from behind a roguish grin as he turned his gaze back to her, “we’ll nae tarry here, long, I don’ reckon. Jus’ long enough tae close a contract, repack our stores, an’ find us a new swab or seven, aye?…”
“Aye… the sooner the better…” she nodded and turned her eyes back to her own personal gallows.
His eyes danced over her, taking note of the borrowed tunic, belt, and dagger she still wore. If the girl was staying on as she had indicated, she’d need better fare than that (lovely as it was on her)… he’d have to see to it that she got something appropriate, he supposed, though he had no clue as to even how to start to buy a dress or other such.
“…An’, if ye’ll nae be needin’ me cabin fer a moment er two, I’ll be goin’ tae make meself more presentable so’s we c’n make this stop’s quick’s we can,” Jericho flicked a wink at the girl, then, and, stepping around her, disappeared through the hatchway.
“Good day then…” she whispered but it was clear her mind was on things other than his attire.
Posted on 2011-09-20 at 18:40:54.
Edited on 2011-09-20 at 18:45:24 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Such a friendly crew ye got there!
Smuggler's Moon
Afternoon, 19th of Chad
Davian watched through the farthest reaches of her vision as the rope runner made his way down the side of the ship.
"'ello my Lady. Never thought I'd see one so proud as you scrapping crap off the bottom of the Captain's pride. I'm sure she appreciates it though. Care for a hand?"
Proud? she mused to herself as the man began to work at the barnacles a few feet from her. Is that what they think?
That that thought and the way the salty sea air surrounded her and the uplifting tune of her son actually let a smile pass her lips for a moment. She turned so that she could peer at him from under the bandana not completely tying her hair up.
“Not your pride? If she isn’t yours I might suggest gettin’ off here at Freeport… they never take too kindly to being anything other than everyone on boards greatest love. She’s proud, not me. Besides these…” and she flicked another of the barnacles into the dirty water below them to emphasize her point, “will only slow us down.”
A slight smirk crossed his lips as he glanced over at the strange woman.
"As you say." He thought a bit, working in silence as he swiftly cut the barnacles away.
"So who are you really?" His eyes pulled from his work and settled on the woman beside him.
The question was put forth so plainly that it threw her off guard for a moment. Her dagger stood still in the space between herself and the ship for a moment before falling to her lap. Silently her eyes followed it and found themselves looking down at the head of her snake.
When she brought them back up they ticked off to the East for a moment, noticing, once again, the distant skyline of Freeport. With a deep breath she pulled them off the skyline and to the man hoisted in the ropes beside her. The eyes that appraised him were dark and glacier like, taking in the gypsy man in the black trousers.
"That is the question isn't it? I suppose the crew has me for a witch..." she gave a slight nod to her own statement before continuing. "Of course nothing is ever that simple, the truth is very complicated.
"Once... a long time ago... that was an easy question for me to answer." Her nod shifted to a shake of her head, and without thinking about it the serpent began to coil itself around her torso again.
"Sometimes I wonder if I even know the answer to that question anymore... surely no one else does.
"But... if you want the truth, here is what I can tell you, my name is Davian, I was being transported against my will on that ship you scuttled, and now I am here as a passenger thanks to the charity of your Captain. All of that I swear by the Serpent herself is true. The rest I do not share." She trailed off and shrugged slightly.
"Or, if you would prefer lies I can talk all afternoon with you..." she gave a small smile she did not feel.
"I am , and there is no need for lies. The captain seems to trust you. That is enough for me. Nevermind what the rest of the crew whispers. They are good men but superstition sometimes gets the best of them."
He pauses again, popping another barnacle from the hull of the ship he has called home for so long.
When he speaks again, his voice takes on a slight edge, even as his tone feels so soothing.
"The captain welcomes you, but you aren't a part of the crew yet. Nonetheless, I know what it is to wander lost..." his voice trails off into silence.
"The past the follows you is no business of mine. No is my past any business of yours. So if you choose to be silent, so be it. If not, feel free to talk about anything and nothing if you wish. But the simple fact that I am working here beside you, and the others see that..." with a nod of his head he indicates a few of the crewmen that were not-so-discreetly letting their gazes drift to the gypsy and the new arrival "will give them pause should they wish to do anything unworthy of a man under the captain's command."
Her eyes, which had been openly reexamining the man beside her as he spoke, followed his up to the deck and churned slightly at the spectators above. With a resigned nod she let her eyes fall back to their previous engagement.
A small smile pulled at her lips, "I shall thank ye for that. Being a woman onboard a ship at sea is not always easy."
Forcibly she drew her attention back to the barnacles. "Ye might pardon me for my tenseness as well. 'Wanderin' lost' as ye call it is very lonely business. I'm not that good with people anymore."
Davian paused for a moment and swept a lock of hair from her eyes, stealing yet another glance at the dark man beside her. "And I'm not sure why I'm telling you this... " a light laugh finished off the sentence and she shook her head once again returning to the ship.
"So... tell me about life aboard this Smuggler’s Moon..."
With a smile and a faint nod he went about doing just that. An hour or two later an entire swath of the hull lay free of barnacles before the two of them hoisted themselves back up toward the deck. The comfortable conversation about sea storms, recycled stew and sleeping in hammocks seemed to do them both well and when they parted each bore scrapes and cuts upon their hands, but also a warm glow to their cheeks and a lighter step upon the deck.
Posted on 2011-09-20 at 18:32:49.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Well...
Sheesh... I don't check in regularly for one week and the whole place falls apart.
Thanks for letting me know. I think I can actually wrap up what we had going here soon and get it posted up.
M.
Posted on 2011-09-20 at 03:20:29.
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Topic: Gamer in the Kitchen
Subject: Where'd all the rum go!!?
Well I put it in a cake!
I don't have any pictures, but I made two of these this weekend, and boy do they have a kick! Eat more than one piece and you might get a little buzzed.
Rum Cake
((I went sans nuts personally and it was still yummy))
M.
Posted on 2011-09-19 at 17:42:18.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Blah
Well Steel hasn't posted up yet this week and it is completly my fault. We are working up a little collab of scrapping the hull together (*wink*) and I've dropped the ball this past week, hoping to get to it some this afternoon though.
Although the rest of you can go ahead with negotiating with Bobo as it is my understanding that Davi and the Roper Runner will be staying onboard.
Looks like I have alot of reading to catch up on too! Good to see you all again!
M.
Posted on 2011-09-19 at 14:11:41.
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Topic: Gamer in the Kitchen
Subject: :)
Awesome! We have such creative cooks here! I might have to look into those cookies for Halloween myself. I think Almerin's cake is a level or two (or maybe ten) above my talents currently. 
So excited about this thread too. Good job everyone!
M.
Posted on 2011-09-19 at 14:07:42.
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Topic: We will Always Remember
Subject: Personally...
I successfully avoided the media this weekend so that I didn't have 9/11 rememberances shoved down my throat. I spent the weekend lounging at a lake house not even talking with my fellow lake enthusiasts about the event.
However... I am not upset over those who sat glued to their TV's ten years ago or this weekend.
I certainly remember where I was when the towers were hit, I remember that entire day and the days following. I remember the numbness at first, it was so unreal that something like that could even happen. I remember having fears for those I knew and loved in the military because I knew there would be military involvement. I remember the kalediscope of other emotions that would follow in the months and years to follow.
And for me I don't think it is letting the terrorists know that we remember. I think we always should remember. To forget our past is to make the same mistakes. We should also remember and honor those innocent people who lost their lives and the people who worked so hard to help the survivors (and by survivor I mean everyone from those at ground zero, the pentagon, and around the world who were affected by the incident).
However... the message should always be honoring the memories of those who were brave. Not giving a message of hate or fear.
Saying 'I remember' does not let terrorism win. Saying 'I am not afraid' does not let terrorism win.
I am not afraid... and I owe that to the men and women who have worked so hard at protecting our country. Giving up weekends, holidays, time with their family, regular meals, showers and sleep. Who have lived in the sand, the heat... and who are sometimes called to make the greatest sacrifice as all. Thank you.
M.
Posted on 2011-09-12 at 15:18:14.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Oohhhh
Lovely information Celeste, looking forward to our soundtrack
Although... you better watch out, I think you are about to outshine me. And I'm not sure I can handle the competition. JK Good work!
M.
Posted on 2011-09-09 at 01:52:11.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Foodies
vorpal beans... sounds interesting, and messy
Ohh... that reminds me of sh** on a shingle. I should make that again soon. Good ol' army food baby!
And the applesauce isn't too hard really. Peeled and sliced apples, a bit of sugar, cinnamon, some water... simmer on the stove for a few hours then mash up. The hardest part is peeling and slicing all the apples, but I got me a fancy kitchen gadget that does most of the work for me (oh and not eating it all while it cooks cause it smells so good!).
M.
p.s. Maybe we should have a thread for RDInn recipes. 'Gamer in the Kitchen' or something
Posted on 2011-09-07 at 17:30:48.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Gremlins...
*nods*
They are nasty little fellows. They also have a tendency at our house of getting in the electronics... resetting passwords, playing with settings, adjusting volumes...
They probably locked my keys in the car yesterday. 
Of course they are also helped out by the Baby here...
But gremlins aside... it's another lovely day here, enjoying the windows being open while I work on some housechores. I think I have been requested to make more hard boiled eggs and homemade applesauce.
M.
Posted on 2011-09-07 at 15:43:31.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Morning... or something like it
Oh... I made chili the other day and was short a can of beans... I substituted bacon for them It was yummy.
Glad to see everyone here.
I'm stuck at home, once again I have locked the keys in the car.  Which really stinks as I did have plans, luckily nothing too important, just things I would have liked to have gotten done. Guess I'll get some housework done instead.
M.
Posted on 2011-09-06 at 15:06:59.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Ohyo Gozimas
(or however you would spell it in english)
Welcome to the weekend innmates!
Meri's family and friends are heading to a Japanese Festival later today, hopefully we won't melt in the three digit temperatures.
:CHOPSTICKS: :NINJA:
((maybe someday I'll get some more emoticons))
M.
Posted on 2011-09-03 at 14:26:14.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: What garb?
She's nekkid!!
Lovely fan art love as usual. And besides her apparent nekkidness it is a pretty good idea of what she looks like.
M.
Posted on 2011-09-03 at 14:23:20.
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